Consequences 1 - Don Brown 2014
The morning started like most mornings for Gina, as she woke her Master up at 6.00am on the dot.
She had arisen at 5.30, showered, started the coffee percolator then crept back into bed by 5.55.
She waited for the first chime of the grandfather clock and then placed her hands on Steve's cock.
He of course responded at once, moaned and opened his legs to make his balls accessible, a tired, just woken smile filling his face.
Gina knew it was her job, as it was every morning to masturbate her Master to wake Him up, it's what slaves do.
Once awake she followed Him to the shower and washed Him from head to toe, he shaved as she prepared breakfast.
They sat opposite each other eating breakfast talking of the day ahead, it was Friday and he was to finish at lunch time and they could spend all weekend together.
Fortunately no plans so it was very much up to themselves how they spent it.
Steve checked His brief case and Gina passed Him a banana to eat mid-morning. As He opened the door He passed Gina an envelope, it was no surprise, she was expecting it.
They kisses passionately for what seemed an age, his hands straying under her robe and touching her welted bottom, stroking gently, a result of burning last night's dinner whilst on the phone to a girlfriend, then Steve left the house, got into his car and drove out of site.
Gina was in no rush to open the envelope, and she placed it on the worktop by the fruit bowl.
She cleared the table and filled the dishwasher.
Washed the dining table with the dishcloth and placed the vase of artificial flowers in the center of the table.
Gina left the kitchen and went upstairs to their bedroom. She dropped her robe onto the floor and went to her dresser. She got out her white lace bra to fit in her 34 C breasts and fastened it.
A pink mini crop top, her favorite at the moment, designer made and very exclusive, part of the trappings of having a husband in a high profile, highly paid job.
A tight blue denim mini skirt is taken from its hanger and she slides it gently over her bottom, no knickers that is always part of her punishment after a caning, 24 hours without pants.
It is one Gina accepts and is probably glad of it, 15 with the whippy cane makes close contact fitting clothes a definite miss.
Pink sandals to match her top complete her outfit.
A brush through her long blonde hair and a squirt of perfume, she makes the bed and goes back down stairs.
Gets a clean cup pours another coffee, takes the envelope from the work surface and opens it,
Due to your carelessness last night by burning dinner
YOUR TASK FOR TODAY IS...
Nothing unusual about the envelope, just one we always buy, long and self-sealing.
I try to open it without tearing the flap, it never works though, very clever these envelope makers.
Pulling out the folded piece of paper to straighten it out.
Hand written, as usual, Ste has such a wonderful hand for writing, as well as spanking, affords a little giggle to myself.
"Gina, due to your lack of discipline in making dinner last night you allowed time to talk on the phone, hence a burnt dinner.
As it is the third time in as many weeks this has happened I feel you are in need of a little more unpleasant punishment as a reminder of your errant ways.
At eleven o'clock this lunchtime you will catch the number 6 bus and travel to Starling park. You will get off and walk to the bandstand and wait for Me.
Select a bench, which is empty, and take with you the broad strap.
You will wear your pink silk panties and your pin striped suit with the short skirt.
Failure to attend on time will require you to cut a willow switch from the nearby wood and I think you know the rest. "
Leaving the house at 10.30 I waited at the bus stop.
The bus duly arrived and I sat near the front, I did not want to miss my stop. The park was quite a distance from home, for reasons, which became obvious later on.
I found the venue and all 5 seats around the outside were empty so I chose one and sat down.
The park was quite empty apart from a few dog walkers.
As it got nearer to lunchtime it began to get busier.
The bandstand began to fill with office workers eating lunch with more sat on the grass outside, the sun being very generous with its rays.
I saw Sir arriving and stood out of respect.
I never spoke just lowered my head.
He went to the bag next to where I had laid my coat, and retrieved the broad strap.
He walked to the wall of the bandstand, I followed and he gestured me to bend over the low wall.
I felt people's eyes on me but never dared look.
I laid my hands on top of the wall and leant forward.
The wall was quite low so I bent forward and my bottom was raised high.
Sir lifted my skirt and laid it over my back.
I felt the airflow around my bottom as my knickers were lowered down to my knees.
Sirs feet opened my legs to His satisfaction, my shaved pussy on show to anyone wanting a view.
The sound of the belt rushing through the air, one I knew well, caused me to screw up my eyes as the CRACK and searing pain hit me.
Everyone must have had their attention drawn to the sound as I said, "One thank you sir" in my quiet shaky voice. CRACK, 2 Two thank you sir."
CRACK, followed CRACK until " Ten thank you sir."
My tears had started at 3.
My Master was an expert with the strap, as indeed He was with all his correction implements.
He stood back and rubbed my bare bottom, he stood me up and turned me, bottom to the crowd, still rubbing it and cuddled me for what seemed an hour but in reality was around 5 minutes I suppose.
He wiped his hands over my eyes to help dry them, turned and walked away.
I followed his rule on the letter, kept my skirt up for 20 deep breaths.
I then reached and raised my knickers over my welted bottom.
I put the strap back into my bag and picked up my coat.
I glanced at what looked like a hundred pairs of eyes on me and walked to the park gates.
Tears still rolling down my face I went to the bus stop and waited.
My bus arrived and I sat gently on the first seat available.
I arrived home with tears still filling my eyes, and a huge amount of pride in my heart that Sir had taken up his lunch time to punish me, how lucky, loved and wanted I felt.
Upstairs I stripped then put the broad belt back into the cabinet, and took out the triple cut tawse.
I carefully walked downstairs, laid the tawse on the dining table. I followed it, laying the width of the table and gripping the far side tightly, just in time as the front door opened.
I never looked behind just listened. He put His coat on the hook in the closet and His brief case on the hall stand.
His shoes were slip ons and he changed them for his sandals, all so predictable, all Sirs actions.
